Blackstar They, whoever they are, tacked on One final second to the end Of the year. Hateful 2016 skips Death for one more beat, unlike Prince, Leia, thousands of rebels And Syrian civilians, Bowie, Black men, gay men, hispanic Gay men, … Continue reading →

longing i come upon the white flower in the green field and stop not now having to do anything more than this. the flower is present to all that is: wind, the soft peel of the sun, the grass. and … Continue reading →

eldertree outside my side door next to the stoop is one last red leaf on an upper branch the others have gone i thank her each morning for the bright reminder not all is lost at once but stays vibrant … Continue reading →

‘the morning after’ the morning after, bleary eyed and tasting bitter, pondering the dream that seemed so real there it was in the kitchen. the brick. glass shards like spilled salt. the christmas cactus broken in the sink. a cool … Continue reading →

I couldn’t sleep last night (again). I was thinking about what it will be like for so many families and friends over the holidays, the awkward negotiating, what to say/not say. How to come together when there’s so much to … Continue reading →

Some Catharsis Raise your right hand As if in pledge. Lay it down In the right hand of another.. Grip in firm solidarity. Don’t worry. Every secret meaning will pass Between you. Release ever so slightly. Glide … Continue reading →

“love the ambiguity of the holy” love the ambiguity of the holy trickster in the seams of the world. making all things shudder at her passing, wondering just when his padded foot will fall. howl and run off to make … Continue reading →

Loving Voldemort and Donald Trump I’ve been reading recently (read: obsessed with) the Harry Potter books. Remember those? I somehow missed them in their heyday, and as grad school is a pretty intense slog-through-the-real, I needed an alternate reality to … Continue reading →

Persistence I might have sat for hours Watching black bird swoop And drop his prize, opening The sealed shell on the stones. Swoop and drop. Swoop and drop. Click. Click. It is one small sound of hope. Click. … Continue reading →